The Sun
We have a hope in our delights,
All divides my sun in half;
And with dawn and dusk i feel:
The strong sense's light,
The lovely being that
Make all corners bright.
We see a twilight in our garden:
Eldritch awful little feeling;
Making pleasures fade.
But no despair, i shall no cry!
And no delight will turn me foollish,
Scorching as a fire of soul,
striking me,
my self pierced;
It came light, lividness, tenderness...
the true hapiness.
Oh Sun, be one again!
Posted Sep 1, 2022, 5:28 AM UTC · edited
Really well written poem, I feel. I like that the entire piece had a flow to it, like a gentle winter breeze. I hope all our sun's are always whole. As for the spacing, maybe try the desktop version? That's what I use and it works out pretty well for me. It's great for editing imo.